PT D-DAY 

I’m lying in bed having barely slept. I can almost still taste the 1/2 a pack(full packet but too ashamed to admit it to myself) of malted milk biscuits from night before. A mild two day hangover still looms over me, mouth drier than the Sahara desert.

It’s 6:30am. Having got up at this time 5 times a week for the last two years it’s been a couple of chilled out weeks following our half marathon. I slur in bed, like a giant brown bear awaking from 6 months hibernation with a phobia of daylight. I pull on my leggings, tie my laces and leave the house. I eat my banana which is almost as thick and dry as my hangover head and I’m off to my first PT session in over a year, and with a new PT.

Following 1/2 marathon i decided to go on a two week binge of eating what the f*** I wanted, whenever I wanted to. And my PT is about to let me know this. 

To cut a long, painful hour short the stats are as follows: 5kg gain since January 2015. Ah yes, muscle mass- it must be muscle mass I scream inside me head. Nope, 6% rise is body fat- of which my PT tells me 2% more resides in my left arm over my right. (Not to anyone taking photos of me- it’s official, my right hand side is my best). 

So there it is. I can’t argue anymore and I can’t lie to myself. I’ve let myself slip, I’m head over heals in a joyous puddle of chocolate, crisps and booze and I’m reminded that we all need a little help from time to time. 

 

Well the sales pitch worked- I’ve just booked 10 sessions pre Christmas to get me back in shape and embarrass me into action. AND I’M BLOODY LOVING IT. 
Full review of my sessions so far will be written this week, but just a note to say- stop avoiding it, stop waiting until tomorrow to hop on the scales, stop avoiding contact wth the PT’s at your gym and get on it. Get realistic, get shocked if necessary and get in focus!!!! 

Have a great weekend. 

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CURRENT VIBES 

Sat on a train, digesting my white chocolate cookie, after trying white chocolate areo (go and buy some immediately) and feeling full from my earlier Mcdonalds and never has an image been more true:

HAPPY FRIYAY PEOPLE. 

RACE DAY BLOG HIJACK 

Part 2 of my blog hijack from rich…

The dreaded weekend of our half marathon was upon us and we were in high spirits that we would complete it and complete it within our estimated time of 2 hours 30 minutes (based on our training runs). 
After waking up relatively early (way to early for a Sunday anyway) we had our breakfast of porridge & made our way into the centre. It was surprisingly chilly although not a cloud in the sky could only mean one thing – it’ll be a hot one & it was. 
After posing for the obligatory pre race photos, Hannah and I ventured into our pen and Hannah’s dad, Chris ventured off to his. Chris was expecting to be close to the 2 hour mark(!!) so started further down towards the starting line. 


Our race got off to an interesting start, running over the line with a bloke dressed in full armour – yes medieval style armour!! Unfortunately 2 miles in my calf & hip started to hurt, luckily I’ve experienced this before in our training but this time it wouldn’t go. Fortunately with a lot of encouraging words from Hannah I pushed on and it seemed to ease just before we got to mile 3. As we turned the corner, we saw something we weren’t expecting to see… a hill. 
Now for anyone that tells you the Cardiff Half is flat are fibbing, well and truly fibbing. Yes I suppose it is relatively flat compared to other courses but there’s still a hill and one that we now have to run up. Surprisingly by the time we got to the top all my aches were gone. 
From our relatively newness to marathons, we saw the pacers for 2 hours 15 in the distance and thought if we could stay with them we could be within a chance of improving our time. As the miles disappeared we had all of a sudden not only caught the pacers but overtook them by mile 9!?!? Yes we were very surprised by this too. (Unfortunately,the pacers were no where near that pace, they were more likely on a 2 hour 20 minutes.) This gave us a huge boost and we pushed on, even after a guy dressed as a dinosaur ran past us. 
As we hit mile 10 we were now running into the unknown. We had both got this far once before but never crossed it. After a high five we pushed on only to be confronted by another hill (!!!!). Yes it wasn’t steep but it was still an incline that we wasn’t expecting. I reminded Hannah that what goes up must come down – although at this point she looked as though she wanted to punch me. Eventually we got to the top, turned the corner and there was the hill (more of a slight slope) back down. At this point we thought we were on the final leg & nothing stood between us and the finishing line 1 mile away. 
Unfortunately as we got to the bottom of the hill we now came face to face with what can only be described as the Travelator from Gladiators… In reality it was a short, shape slope of no more than 15/20 metres but it certainly didn’t feel like it at the time! Spurred on by a guy in the crowd shouting ‘come on smash it’ we made it to the top and onto the final leg. As we rounded the final corner and saw the finish line, grabbed hands and sprinted towards the line – you know the saying Those who train together…
And that was it our first marathon was over, completed in 2 hours 21 minutes. Yes it was 9 minutes faster than we were expecting but we were disappointed not to break the 2 hours 20 mark. Upon meeting up with Chris again, our efforts were put to shame as he completed it in 1 hour 51 – a cracking job! 
All in all we were delighted, we have both ran our first half marathon, finished it ahead of our expected time & finished it together *mini fist pump*. 

I think our entire journey can be summed up by this:
Would I say it was hard – yes. Would I say motivating yourself to train is hard – yes. Did we cry, shout & throw tantrums whilst training – yes. Did we pick injuries & go through pain – yes. Would we do it all over again – ABSOLUTELY! 
Oh and a final shout out to the crowd. They were amazing!! If you ever go and watch a marathon make sure to cheer – it really does spur you on.

RACE DAY BLOG HIJACK 

The dreaded weekend of our half marathon was upon us and we were in high spirits that we would complete it and complete it within our estimated time of 2 hours 30 minutes (based on our training runs). 
After waking up relatively early (way to early for a Sunday anyway) we had our breakfast of porridge & made our way into the centre. It was surprisingly chilly although not a cloud in the sky could only mean one thing – it’ll be a hot one & it was. 
After posing for the obligatory pre race photos, Hannah and I ventured into our pen and Hannah’s dad, Chris ventured off to his. Chris was expecting to be close to the 2 hour mark(!!) so started further down towards the starting line. 
Our race got off to an interesting start, running over the line with a bloke dressed in full armour – yes medieval style armour!! Unfortunately 2 miles in my calf & hip started to hurt, luckily I’ve experienced this before in our training but this time it wouldn’t go. Fortunately with a lot of encouraging words from Hannah I pushed on and it seemed to ease just before we got to mile 3. As we turned the corner, we saw something we weren’t expecting to see… a hill. 
Now for anyone that tells you the Cardiff Half is flat are fibbing, well and truly fibbing. Yes I suppose it is relatively flat compared to other courses but there’s still a hill and one that we now have to run up. Surprisingly by the time we got to the top all my aches were gone. 
From our relatively newness to marathons, we saw the pacers for 2 hours 15 in the distance and thought if we could stay with them we could be within a chance of improving our time. As the miles disappeared we had all of a sudden not only caught the pacers but overtook them by mile 9!?!? Yes we were very surprised by this too. (Unfortunately,the pacers were no where near that pace, they were more likely on a 2 hour 20 minutes.) This gave us a huge boost and we pushed on, even after a guy dressed as a dinosaur ran past us. 
As we hit mile 10 we were now running into the unknown. We had both got this far once before but never crossed it. After a high five we pushed on only to be confronted by another hill (!!!!). Yes it wasn’t steep but it was still an incline that we wasn’t expecting. I reminded Hannah that what goes up must come down – although at this point she looked as though she wanted to punch me. Eventually we got to the top, turned the corner and there was the hill (more of a slight slope) back down. At this point we thought we were on the final leg & nothing stood between us and the finishing line 1 mile away. 
Unfortunately as we got to the bottom of the hill we now came face to face with what can only be described as the Travelator from Gladiators… In reality it was a short, shape slope of no more than 15/20 metres but it certainly didn’t feel like it at the time! Spurred on by a guy in the crowd shouting ‘come on smash it’ we made it to the top and onto the final leg. As we rounded the final corner and saw the finish line, grabbed hands and sprinted towards the line – you know the saying Those who train together…
And that was it our first marathon was over, completed in 2 hours 21 minutes. Yes it was 9 minutes faster than we were expecting but we were disappointed not to break the 2 hours 20 mark. Upon meeting up with Chris again, our efforts were put to shame as he completed it in 1 hour 51 – a cracking job! 
All in all we were delighted, we have both ran our first half marathon, finished it ahead of our expected time & finished it together *mini fist pump*. 
I think our entire journey can be summed up by this:
Would I say it was hard – yes. Would I say motivating yourself to train is hard – yes. Did we cry, shout & throw tantrums whilst training – yes. Did we pick injuries & go through pain – yes. Would we do it all over again – ABSOLUTELY! 
Oh and a final shout out to the crowd. They were amazing!! If you ever go and watch a marathon make sure to cheer – it really does spur you on.

BLOG HIJACK-HALF MARATHON TRAINING

Rich has hijacked my blog today to chat about half marathon training…

It’s the day after our first ever half marathon and what an experience it was. All those hours & hours of running round & round culminated in what can easily be summed up as a long jog around Cardiff. I’ve hijacked Hannah’s blog to share my experience of the event. 
After watching Hannah’s step mum Sam complete the London Marathon this year, we got the buzz and decided to enter the Cardiff Half and just as quickly as we entered, we forgot all about it. It wasn’t until late July we realised we had better actually start training…!
Now for anyone that knows me the only time I run is either in a game that involves a ball (mainly football or rugby) or running home from work where I can normally do it quicker than London transport. After initially doing a couple of quick 2 mile runs we eventually went out for a 4 mile run and realised the stupidity of what we had signed up for. Getting to 4 miles was challenging enough after a summer of over indulgence and the thought of 13 – absolutely terrifying!!! Even our previous record of 6 miles looked a long way off at this stage. Over the weeks we kept at it (with a lot of nagging from Hannah) and eventually got to 7 miles before heading off for a 2 week holiday to Texas. 


We managed to get a couple of gym sessions in when we were there, including two sweltering jogs outside but unfortunately we (mainly I) massively overindulged on the food! As they say, ‘Everything is larger in Texas’ and they’re not wrong there, the food portions are ridiculous! When we got back, I went for a run and s**t!!!! I barely got to 3 miles… 
The fitness came back slowly and I managed to get back up to 7 miles but after that – not a single mile more. I seemed to have a mental block at 7 miles and could never get any further, no matter what I did. I think boredom (running the same routes) came into play and combined with the stupid hot Indian Summer we were experiencing in London, I was struggling. 


It wasn’t until I read an article in Coach magazine regarding headphones & why you shouldn’t have them in Marathons I thought why not try a run without them. That night it was cool (for the first time in a long time) compressions shorts came out, a newly purchased calf support was on and I set out on an alternative route to what I normally took. Just over two hours later – BANG smashed a 10 mile run (just). 
Somehow not running to music or the annoying app telling me my pace every 10 minutes helped me focus on just my running. This was the furthest run I had ever done and would be before the Cardiff Half. This one single run gave me the confidence that I could run and finish the half which, up until this point I was worried – very worried. 
Unfortunately with our hectic lives I could only manage one more longish run after this and of course it had to be a 7 mile run. This time however I took 10 minutes off my previous attempt, finding that my stamina was a lot stronger and there were no aches or pains at the end. 


In the week leading up to the half we managed a cheeky 4 mile quick run and started carb loading or as we looked at it – eat what we want and tell ourselves it’s beneficial!!

Marathon day blog to follow! 

Half Marathon Training 

Sat on the train on route to somewhere I never thought I would be going. To participate in a half marathon in Cardiff. 

I haven’t blogged for a while because I’ve been mainly doing two things:

1. Training for a half marathon.

2. Eating lots of crap as over compensation for training for said half marathon. 


Here is a low down of how our training has gone:

Up to 6 miles- pretty smoothly, luckily we’ve been running for a while up to this distance so, so far, so good. 

Getting past 7 miles. This has been interesting. 8 miles involved us getting home, not being able to move, smelling some food and throwing up a lot of protein shake. 

Getting to 10 miles was somehow slightly less traumatic. I can’t lie, it did involve a solo fist pump when I thought nobody could see me. And I might have shed a small tear of pride at getting to 10 miles. (I don’t want to brag but I was slightly hungover at the time). 

We’ve been floating around 8-10 miles leading up to the big race tomorrow which is 13.1 miles. Far. The farthest we will have run in forever. I’m banking on the rumour that adrenaline and everyone else will get us through the last few miles. Well let’s see how I get on tomorrow!! 

Obvs, new blog to come post half marathon!!! 

P.S sorry for not blogging recently- coming into winter and with wedding prep I’m hoping to get back into it.

P.P.S I have raised any money for charity doing this half marathon as I didn’t want to add any pressure to the situation but if you are reading this, yes you, please do make a donation in your own way- buy a homeless guy a coffee, buy something in a charity shop or help somebody out this weekend 🙂